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Hey love 💕 Would it be possible for you to write about an obsessed Lando Norris who manhandles and breeds the reader? Thank you 🩷

ˋ°•*⁀➷ EVERLASTING DESIRE

lando norris x fem!reader

contains ──┈ · · · 18+, smut; unprotected sex, breeding, manhandling, obsessed!lando, pussydrunk!lando wc: 600+

a/n ──┈ · · · my first ever request WOOO!! thank you for this ask i enjoyed writing it, maybe a little too much.

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LANDO NORRIS was in an absolute feral state. the only sounds bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom were his hips snapping into yours in a brutal pace and loud ceaseless cries pouring from your drooling mouth. it was too erotic, so lewd, and dirty that he wishes he can burn this very instant in his brain to store and replay.

for the lack of better words, he couldn’t get enough of it—so fixated on how his cock fits so snugly in your pulsating walls, it felt like he was on cloud nine solely because of the grip your soaked cunt has on him. he couldn’t even pull away from you if he wanted to, only being sucked back in whenever his hips draw back. it’s not like Lando was planning to attempt on removing himself from you anyway, he could get lost in this sensation for eternity and that’s exactly what he desired.

that wasn’t even the only thing that had him in this chokehold; his eyes couldn’t stop zeroing in on your beautiful features reacting to each drag of his cock—eyes screwed shut and brows scrunching in pleasure. you looked madly bewitching underneath him, utterly ruined and unable to contain your shameful moans with your nails digging into his arms. there was sweat that started to bead onto every inch of your soft skin—dampening the sheets, not only that but your brain slipping away from reality was all too visible and he was going haywire from it all.

his eyes clouded over with lust at the sight and his greed got the best of him. it ignited something so carnal in his very being that his thrusts became harder, sloppier, battering your insides with the intention of spilling a load to paint your walls white.

“‘m gonna—fuck!” he grunts out, blood buzzing when you squeeze around him so firmly, “gonna fill you up—hah…yeah? you’d like that wouldn’t you? make you mine forever?”

he’s blurting out mindless words, panting drunkenly from the sensitivity, balls going taut.

“all mine.”

you both seemingly were unable to modulate a single coherent thought. only centering on trying to reach your peaks.

“yes—mmh! all yours Lando, only yours.”

that was enough for him to topple over the edge, spilling his cum inside of you with a breathless gasp. it was so immediate and sudden that it left him shocked and speechless. you achieved your own orgasm upon the feeling of the warm liquid spurting deep in your core, you clamp down and convulse around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

a translucent white ring paints the base of his length when he bucks slowly to calm down both of your highs. he shudders at the aftershocks in exhaustion but when he looks at you completely fucked out—his cock stirs once more, twitching and becoming stiff all over again.

he blinks once. twice. considering over his next move. you couldn’t even respond when your body maneuvers with such ease, as if you weighed nothing but a feather. his strong veiny hands takes ahold of your limbs to put you on your hands and knees before pushing your head down onto the pillows, gripping your nape with one palm to keep you in place.

with your ass in the air, the cum starts to seep out of your pussy—dribbling down to your clit. rapidly, he catches the fluid with his tip and drags it to your hole again, plunging his full length into you to fuck the cum back inside—making you kick your feet in surprise. the plush pillows perfectly muting your screams.

“can’t waste any of it baby. need to give you more. make you full of it.”

he’s not even bothered by the overstimulation burning the fat head of his cock. you had him wrapped around your little finger to say the least, and he couldn’t be more content.

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Old man Rust

Unrequited love

I feel you around me. You’re everywhere and I can’t get you out of my mind. I love how red your face gets all the time. I love it. The only thing I admire most in this world. I was out with my friends, one of them was all red in the face because of the cold weather but the first thought that came to my mind was exactly you, with a red face. It’s so unique to me.

I don’t know if this is love. I don’t think so. I’ve never even talked to you.

You stare at me. You continuously look at me. But I don’t know why. You don’t talk to me. You don’t dare make the first move. You observe me from afar.

And I think: “What if he’s only curious about me? What if he’s only looking absentmindedly?…”

But I know too well that none of that is true. He isn’t curious.

But I don’t know how to define this.

I attempted making the first move. But he turned it down immediately.

And the next day. I see him again. I had left my glasses in my class, I was having a terrible headache and I just wanted to go meet my friend. So I go downstairs and walk towards my friend’s class. He comes close to me, I stare quickly at him and then I avert my sight to the other side, avoiding him at all costs.

I’m talking to my friend, and she tells me: “He was looking at you!”

I bewildered look at her.

I need help. He is making me go out of my mind. Can’t God help me with this. Or remove him from my life to stop tormenting me, or just make him do something that makes me at least have a talk with him, so I know what his intentions are.

I can’t live like this.

He makes me anxious. Conscious of myself. Before I get out of class, I fix my hair and my makeup. And while going to my friends, I always look around for him. Even if i’m blind. I find him somehow.

hypothetically speaking if you did, a d@ddy k1nk drabble, with Max Cady. That would be…fun 👀

hey, little devil!

“I wanna show you something.” purring, you climb up on to the massive bed where Max is sprawled out, hands behind his head. there’s a thin, white sheet that is draped over his abdomen, obscuring the rest of his nakedness from you, but his torso, etched with art, is on full display.

“Oh yeah?” a wicked grin worms its way into his countenance as he watches you sit on your knees in front of him. “Whattya wanna show me, darlin’? Somethin’ naughty, no doubt.” one of his hands flees to caress your cheek, thumb careening to trace the lower counterpart of your pouting couplet.

you mirror his grin with a coy one of your own, pressing a sugary peck to the calloused pad of his thumb before parting your tiers and grazing his nail with your teeth. giving him a little nibble before wrapping your lips around the digit entirely, you tilt your head. “It’s a.. little bit naughty.” you admit in a slurred voice, sheepish yet excited to share. you kiss his thumb once more, purging it from your cavern before you turn around. your fingers bunch up the fabric of your breezy skirt as you inch it upwards, exposing your panties, and you bend forward, poking your butt out on display towards Max. you stare at his countenance in the mirror, and to your relief, see undeniable hunger in his eyes.

“Well now, these must be new.” Max purrs, sitting up straight. placing one palm flush against your cheek, he uses the grip to keep it steady while the other hand toys with the fabric of the lingerie, thick digits slipping beneath it to ghost over your sensitive skin. “‘Daddy’s Angel’?” he reads the font sewn into the butt of the garment with bemusement and pride. “That’s what that says?”

giggling, you nod. “Do you like them?”

Max chortles, fingers curling around the fabric to draw most together. “‘Course I like ‘em, darlin’, but you’re definitely not daddy’s angel. You’re more like… daddy’s little devil.” his tongue darts over his bottom lip as he pulls the fabric taut and watches it slip between your globes. with the cotton of the panties forced so tight against your sex, you find yourself eliciting a sultry whimper, and your hips undulate against the sensation. “Yeah, that’s right. Daddy’s dirty, little devil. Always sittin’ on his shoulder, makin’ him think about doin’ all sorts of bad, bad things to her.”

“Like what?” you coo, in hopes that he’ll indulge you. “What does daddy want to do to his little devil right now?”

“Right now?” he repeats, and you can hear the arrogance in his voice; looking at his massive form looming over you in the mirror, you feel butterflies in your stomach. “Right now, seeing this pretty, little ass ain’t nearly marked up enough for my likin’, daddy wants to leave his John Hancock all over it.” his words are coupled with a brutal thwack to your supple cheek, that ripples at the contact of his palm.

whining, your hands scrape and grip fists in the sheet, body lurching forward at the force of his spank. “Mark me up, please, daddy!” you’re hardly able to plead before another smack lands in exactly the same spot, stinging much more than the first.

“Me, oh, my!” Max exclaims gleefully. “I bet that stung like fire, didn’t it, little devil? Don’tchu worry your little head, daddy’s gonna cover your pretty cheeks in black and blue, but he’ll kiss it better when he’s done.”

Hello sugar! So I’ve had this idea floating around my head for a while. As someone who also has bouts of insomnia, I can’t help but fantasize about turning up to Henry’s place extremely tired with a fuzzy mind. Likewise, he’s also extremely tired and you both just rest. There’s this unspoken agreement that y’all can go to each other to finally sleep.

—🌜 (you asked for anons so…)

a/n: i think i’ve written this far too soft and ooc for hen but i’m feeling self-indulgent so take it or leave it people. it’s also very short. c’est la vie. thank you for my ask, moon! 🖤

henry glanced up at you. you probably should have called first to let him know you were coming. it was too late now. “it’s late, why are you here?” he asked bluntly, putting his pen down and leaning back in his chair to glance up at you. “because you know we can’t keep-“

“henry, please, i haven’t slept in two days.” you interrupted, absolutely in no mood to deal with henry being self-righteous. it was a wonder that you said please, but you were desperate for relief from the hold that sleep deprivation had on you.

henry nodded, thinking for a moment as if he was genuinely curious about why you were so tired. you think it may have been a look of concern, but that wasn’t something that henry commonly expressed. “are you ill?”

you shook your head.

henry seemed confused, looking at you as if to determine just what on earth was wrong with you. “then why have you not slept?”

“i don’t know, henry! i just haven’t!” you replied quickly, losing your patience slightly.

“don’t snap at me, y/n.” he shot back, not with malicious intent, but completely calmly, simply as a reminder. he nodded in the direction of his bedroom, telling you “go.”

you sighed, yielding to avoid an argument you simply couldn’t be bothered to entertain. you shrugged your coat off and discarded it on the kitchen counter, head too messy to think about hanging it up.

as you kicked off your shoes and became significantly shorter, you started off in the direction in which you were told, you felt a presence behind you. you didn’t acknowledge it- partly because you didn’t care, but mostly because you were so tired.

“henry, i really can’t sleep, i don’t know what-“

“y/n, you look like death. get in that bed and close your eyes, or else.”

henry knew, somehow, that as soon as you laid down in his bed that you would crash. it may be because of the blackout curtains, or the ridiculously expensive bedding, or the fact that he hadn’t slept in equally as long, if not longer, so he was going to climb into bed next to you and pass right out simply from having you there.

journaling

Why are you booing me? You know I’m right

My great grandma, Violet Leib. It runs in the family.

i bring u all.. a TREAT!